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The Dead Aren't Really Dead: Chapter 9

Title: The Dead Aren't Really Dead: Chapter 9
Author: sapphyre_kikyo
Rating: This chapter PG/PG-13; overall R
Pairing: RoyxEd
Spoilers: End of the anime, Episode 25 (kinda)
Summary: After finally discovering Ed again, a long journey makes life hard again for Ed and Al...and now Roy too!
Previous chapters: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8
Crossposted to: fm_alchemist steelandsparks

A/N: Sorry it's taken me sooooo long to update! I've had this written for like forever, but I'm really bad about actually typing it up. I've got like 10 chapters written! Sorry!


Al sat down on the cold ground, now desperate to get out of there thanks to the guard’s conversation. What could he do? He had to try and save his brother! This was bad…
The homunculus was evidently smart because he had taken away his gloves, therefore keeping him effectively inside his little box. There wasn’t even anything lying around to etch into the stone with. What else could he use to make a transmutation circle? One thing…
Blood.
A picture suddenly flashed within his mind. Something had triggered a memory. But he didn’t remember this happening to him. He and his brother were standing next to a large and complicated alchemy circle. In the middle was a large bucket full of…something. Ed cut his finger, then Al’s and they both let a drop of blood slide down their finger into the mass in the middle of the circle.
What in the world was Al missing? He never recalled anything like that happening to him, yet what else could it be but a memory? And he couldn’t help but pause and think about it. It was something he did a lot. Something was missing in his life. He’d known that. And he had thought it was just his missing brother. But even after Ed had come back something felt…wrong. And Ed had to know. He’d been there too.
But Al didn’t have time to ponder about this at the moment. He needed to get out of this hell hole. So…blood. How could he get blood? There wasn’t anything around to cut himself with, so instead he chose his teeth. He would bite down on his thumb and draw blood. Which he did. When he had a slow flow of blood, he smeared it onto the door in what was a simple but effective transmutation circle.
As he finished the circle, another “memory” came to him in a flash. This time it was of a river. He couldn’t see himself, but Ed was there, telling him not to go into the water because the blood seal in his helmet might wash off. And then what would they do? But Al didn’t have a helmet on, he could tell because there wasn’t anything constricting on his head. Was in in armor of some sort? Why wasn’t Ed in anything then?
I don’t have time for this! Al chided himself and then touched his fingers briefly to the circle.

***
“Hawkeye, I need you, Havoc, Breda, Fury, and Falman all at the train station in less than an hour.” There was a small reply on the other side of the line, “Yes, we’re going after Al. Yes, bring your gun. Yes, disguise would be nice. Thank-you.” Roy smartly hung up the phone. He couldn’t remember a time where Riza had been anything but calm and collected. It seemed she was quiet worried over Alphonse. He shrugged slight and went to go sit with his lost-looking lover. Ed had demanded that they get on the next train and find Al, so Roy had naturally taken him to the station. No one in their right mind would not listen to Ed when his brother was in trouble.
And it was hard to calm Ed when the ticket booth man had informed them that due to certain classified things (like the hijacking of Al’s train Ed said) the trains weren’t running at the moment, and they’d have to wait for the morning train. Ed couldn’t stand the idea of that, so Roy told him that they’d take cars and follow the tracks until they found where Al was.
“I hope he’s okay.” Ed muttered. He’d been doing that a lot. And the way Ed sat with his legs up and his arms tightly hugging his knees was so adorable. But Roy knew that this was certainly not the time to inform his lover of this. And it was just an added bonus that Ed hadn’t thought to grab a hair tie on the way out, so his hair was still down from their previous engagement. His eyes were the only thing that really gave away any feeling at all. You could see pain and worry there and it made Roy want to pull the smaller man close to him and comfort him.
But he knew better than that. “Don’t worry, I’m sure he’s fine.” And though Roy tried to brighten those dark amber eyes, they just wouldn’t light.

***
Before the two guards could tell what was going on, they were knocked out by a kick each. To their head. Delivered by Al. Quickly he tore a piece of cloth from one of the guards shirts and tied it carefully around his finger to stop the bleeding. That’ll have to do for now….Now then. Where’s the exit?
He looked around carefully, keeping to the darker shadows of the hall he was apparently in. This seemed to be part of a shelter of some sort. He’d heard of such things from Rose when he last visited. They’d built it for in case of another military invasion, or so he was told.
As he let his eyes adjust to the sparse lighting in the darkened hall, he could see other doors. He wondered if maybe that monster palm tree had taken other people from Lior….It seemed highly unlikely as the thing had been looking for his brother. Apparently, it had something against Ed. Something Al seemed to be a part of, though he couldn’t remember for the life of him why.
Damnit! It was so odd for Al to forget something that it was difficult for him to deal with. Why couldn’t he remember this? He knew there was something he was missing. And it seemed that only he was missing it! What was everyone hiding from him?!
Al shook his head and started down the hallway. He didn’t have time for those thoughts. He would dwell on the matter after he got out of wherever he was.
When Al came to the first door, he tried to open to see if there were perhaps a person there. But the door was locked, and Al couldn’t afford to waste any more time than he needed to. He promised he’d return with the military as soon as he could and then moved on.
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